Lil Wayne - Line Em Up lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Line Em Up lyrics]
M-M-M-Murda (Hey)
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga
I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
She say I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face
Let him use his blood for his aftershave
Harrell Park
It ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know
The serial number by heart, damn
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze
I squeeze (Smoke)
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy Es
Uzis, 223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain't got no name
But these no names ain't got no respect
Put some respect on my name
Don't know where I got that from
Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even
Know what I'm mad for, woo
'Cause it's hard to ignore the
Bullshit when it can't flush, woo
Tryna dodge and duck, but
You can't duck, nigga, blaow
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up
You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy
Donald Duck (yeah, yeah)
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up
These niggas quack me up, brrah
Better Donald Duck
Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, I'm anonymous
Leave out this bitch
Comin' back with the dawgs
I'm comin' back with the dawgs
Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull
(Gone) i'm comin' back with her drawers
Come back with the bag, the package and all
Yeah i put the stash in the wall
Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah
'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards
Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah
I played the hands I was taught
Family man, your family involved, damn
Family tree, branches gon' fall
Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no
All of the cameras is off
You fucked up the deal, look
Back at the mall, huh
We dunk on 'em, back in the form
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up
These niggas quack me up
(Quack me up) , better Donald Duck (yeah
Yeah)
Line 'em up, sign 'em up
I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up
Smoke, smoke
(Gas 'em up) , smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow
Smokin' Donald Duck i see you backin' up
You better Donald Duck
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
Line 'em up, grrt
You better Donald Duck, yeah
Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke
Funeral
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga
I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
She say I got a vanilla aftertaste
Cut his face
Let him use his blood for his aftershave
Harrell Park
It ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know
The serial number by heart, damn
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze
I squeeze (Smoke)
Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy Es
Uzis, 223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex
Bullet ain't got no name
But these no names ain't got no respect
Put some respect on my name
Don't know where I got that from
Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even
Know what I'm mad for, woo
'Cause it's hard to ignore the
Bullshit when it can't flush, woo
Tryna dodge and duck, but
You can't duck, nigga, blaow
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up
You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy
Donald Duck (yeah, yeah)
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up
These niggas quack me up, brrah
Better Donald Duck
Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah
Line 'em up, I'm anonymous
Leave out this bitch
Comin' back with the dawgs
I'm comin' back with the dawgs
Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull
(Gone) i'm comin' back with her drawers
Come back with the bag, the package and all
Yeah i put the stash in the wall
Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah
'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards
Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah
I played the hands I was taught
Family man, your family involved, damn
Family tree, branches gon' fall
Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no
All of the cameras is off
You fucked up the deal, look
Back at the mall, huh
We dunk on 'em, back in the form
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
All this cocaine got me actin' white
Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend
You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
Stunt, stunt, real deal
Had the MAC-11, real, real
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to send your ass the real deal
Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up
These niggas quack me up
(Quack me up) , better Donald Duck (yeah
Yeah)
Line 'em up, sign 'em up
I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up
Smoke, smoke
(Gas 'em up) , smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow
Smokin' Donald Duck i see you backin' up
You better Donald Duck
You niggas crack me up
You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
Line 'em up, grrt
You better Donald Duck, yeah
Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah
Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke
Funeral